On the slab..By Rhodry

Anthony was a cycle deliver boy. You know those person, who deliver important package , letters, small object and device within a area. Fast, quick, and no questions. They do there duty, the pay is good, and you move around allot.

Today Anthony was different , how , why it was a blur.
All he knew woke up many, many hours later. On a cold metallic table.
It smell funny, strange, it was like a hospital room. But not a room he knew of.
He woke up stiff , weak almost like he was hit by something, or something hit him.
He try to speak, after a minutes or so he could.
He sounded strange , funny almost girlish in nature.
As he looked around he saw these naked girl. Doing the same thing as he did. Then he looked around he didn't see anyone around.
Ahh, he screamed in his feminine voice.
Then strange looking guy in a lab coat, was deep in thought. Moving toward him.
What, what happen to me. he said.
Well that is well, a little more complex to explain it.
Well try, he asked.
Well you were in a accident. He said.
No kidding I said.
well the package was part of experimenting equipment, if handle improper its dangerous.
Wait, your well me, I was carrying some dangerous.
No, no if done proper its safe. But something when wrong.
Just to say your body was damage, but you mind, your brain was safe.
But the other person mind was damage.
We fix the brain in her body. But she was brainless.
But your mind your mind , your brain was still functional.
So to save you, your mind was transposed into her body.
Wait, wait tell me, I'm her, and my body is dead.
Simply yes, he said.
Can you repair it, save it.
I'm afraid not, to put it simply your her now.
But, but know hoe to be a girl.
Well, we tell part of the story or make one up. To explain how your behaving.
As heard, the shock, surprise was still with me. It will still with me. For how long, I don't know. I'm not Anthony that for sure. Who am I, that will take time.